Till Baby Do Us Part

Fault Lines

What felt like an eternity passed in the blink of an eye. Before I knew it, two years had gone by, and I was finally eighteen, stepping into university life. Those last two years of high school had been a whirlwind, especially with me commuting to Tay's school every weekend. Even my parents were confused about my frequent weekend disappearances, but I managed to convince them that I was crashing at Inn's place. I wasn't entirely sure they bought it, though.

I also spun a story about wanting to study at Chulalongkorn University because it was the best school for engineering. In truth, my main goal was to be near P'Tay. I was determined to study at the same university as him.

Over those two years, Tay and I had worked hard to maintain our relationship. We compromised where we could for each other. Whenever I visited, he would always make time to spend the entire day with me. We'd watch TV, talk about anything and everything, or study together—eating, laughing, and, of course, sharing kisses. P'Tay was very good at kissing. Every time his lips met mine, it felt like he was kissing all my senses away. The marks he left on my neck and chest were evidence of his skill, but... I always wanted more. I wanted to give him blowjobs and handjobs, and I wanted him to touch me too, but he always said I wasn't ready.

He never touched the lower part of my body, and he wouldn't let me touch his either. I began to feel insecure. Was he not sexually attracted to me? Was he just masking it by saying I wasn't ready? How could he know what I was ready for?

Tay still made an effort, though. Despite his busy schedule, he visited me whenever he had a free day. After my classes, we'd visit random places or do random things, just enjoying each other's company.

High school was over, and I was excited to start this new journey with Tay. Everything felt like it was falling into place.

"I told you we'd be late if we drank too much," Inn said, panting as we ran full-speed to a class we couldn't afford to miss. The two of us had decided to rent an apartment together, just fifteen minutes from the university and ten minutes from Tay and Great's apartment. Though they lived in the same building, they each had their own place for privacy.

We barely made it to class, just in time to avoid any punishment for being late. Last night, we'd finally gone to a party hosted by some high school friends who were also attending Chulalongkorn. Inn and I had put off going for months, but we figured last night was the perfect opportunity since we were both free.

The party had been wild. I drank so much I couldn't even walk, so Inn, who was also drunk, had to carry me back to our apartment. The hangover this morning was brutal—my head felt like it was splitting open.

As the lecture wrapped up, I noticed a message from Tay that I hadn't seen the night before: "Can you come over? I miss you." I read the text twice, feeling panic build up inside me. Since we started university, a senior in my department, Earth, had been making advances toward me. Tay hadn't taken it well. Since then, he'd become possessive, always asking questions about everything. It wasn't the Tay I knew before—he was showing a side of him I had never seen, and I wasn't sure how to handle it.

After class, Inn and I headed to the cafeteria. I still hadn't responded to Tay's message, so I talked it over with Inn. Apparently, when Tay couldn't reach me, he'd called Inn too, but couldn't get through. Great had called Inn a staggering twenty-three times last night.

We both felt the weight of our situation. The party had been fun, but now we were in a bind.

"What if we just tell them we slept early and didn't see their texts or calls?" I suggested, trying to keep calm.

"What if they checked our apartment and realised we weren't there? Remember, they both have spare keys," Inn replied.

I groaned. "We didn't think this through at all. If we'd just told them, they wouldn't have minded."